Jacque & Walter (special preview)

I could roll my eyes but instead I suck him harder, gulping as he goes down my throat a bit. Then, without warning, he cums. It spurts and chokes me and as I pull back his gushes all over my face and lips. I cough and sputter, swallowing what I could of him.

Pretty boy presses his back against the stall, grinning like and idiot and breathing hard. “That was so good! Fuck yes-” he gulps down a breath.

I grab his face, kissing him and making him taste his own slop. “You’re so eager.” I pull back. “Imagine what else I could do for you,” I purr.

Pretty boy licks his lips. “How much?”

I giggle and kiss him again, letting him grab me roughly. I would figure out a price later, but for now I at least had the promise of a good thousand to keep me warm tonight. Pretty boy followed me from the bathroom like a drunk puppy. I took him to my old, dirty truck where he told me where to go.

We went to a fancy hotel, the kind you always see in movies about affairs and what not. He simply takes a key from the guy at the front desk and we go to the room. I’ve never really been in a nice hotel before, ok motels and creepy motels sure. But this hotel room was something else. It was huge, had a kitchen and fridge, the whole works. 

“C’mon,” pretty boy drags me to the bed “Let’s go c’mon.” He’s asleep as soon as he hits the bed.

Usually, I would take what was in his wallet and just go. I do look through his wallet, finding black cards, platinum cards, as well as a lot of cash. Pretty boy’s name is Walter, he also attends University near here. I’ve never been the older man, but I’m willing to play that card for pretty boy walter.  Now seemed like the perfect time in indulge. After all, this could mean I could escape working at the gas station for a little while, maybe even until Tupac gets back.